i want to know you so bad. the real you.
i want to know what goes on in that head of yours.
and it doesn’t help that we haven’t spoken in what feels like forever.
it’s not love. i’m not even sure if it’s a like.
its the feeling that i get when i see your name or hear it.
the feeling i get when i’m around you.
the feeling i get when we converse.
i know we won’t be great together. it will probably never cross your mind.
but it has in mine.
anyways, we won’t be great together. i know.
but i at least want to get hurt trying.
hurt to know that you don’t love me that way.
hurt to know chance isn’t my thing.